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R/OCPoetry is an internet neighborhood on Reddit the place poets can percentage and critique every one other's paintings. during this first quantity, see the easiest of what the positioning has to provide.
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He stood in the abyss and thought I've never been alone I've always had my heart with me It's no one's but my own. He stood atop the clouds and yelled Triumphant as the sun I know the darkness fades to day I know my heart has won. He stood falling, flailing, endlessly He'd always been alone He knew what he had said was false His heart had turned to stone. He woke, he saw no helping hands Expecting just as much Tempting, cursing, denying death Refusing any crutch. He stood once more no strength remained His soles and soul succumb His heart of stone lay shattered, still His song a beating drum.
I hope you think sometimes Of what is missing. We Walked Through the Meadow (The Moonlight and Me) by /u/cml33 We walked through the meadow, the moonlight and me, When night held the earth Neath a velvet black sea, And deep in a silence unbroken by all, We watched as the stars were beginning to fall. The meadow grass waved to the whim of the breeze; Those shooting stars fell to the will of black seas. But I and the moonlight, ’Til nighttime had passed, Just sat there alone in that sweet meadow grass.
Some searchers give up, Saying there's no end at all. Only more circles and turns, It's just wall after wall. Indeed there's no end. That's the trick of the maze. It seems we've been lied to By the stories and plays. True love is not found, It lies in your heart. We search for an end Which we had at the start. There's no need to search, So stop worrying too. Just open your heart And let love find you. Buzzfeed Personality Quiz #524 by /u/Kid0mega Do you show empathy for others? Have you been having a hard time Waking up?
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